Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

After understanding the whole story, Gavin took the initiative to say to Edmond: "My Lord, I can still participate in the group competition for you, and I am very confident in my strength. I want to participate in the competition to win for you to repay your help for so many years."

After hearing this, Edmond still had an anxious look on his face and firmly disagreed: "Gavin, no, the group competition is too dangerous, I can't let you take risks."

The coach Ryan next to him also comforted: "Gavin, I know your strength very well, but you are still too young and have no experience. Group competitions are too dangerous and cause countless deaths and injuries every year. I have hired 3 gladiators from Essos to participate, so I think there will be no problem."

Gavin saluted solemnly to Edmond and Ryan, He said seriously: "Sir, I am confident in my strength. I ask you to let me compete with these three gladiators. If I can beat them, please allow me to participate in the competition."

Emond frowned, his face full of hesitation: "Gavin, this is not a joke."

Coach Ryan also advised: "Gavin, gladiators are not so easy to deal with. Unlike soldiers, they are very good at competitions."

Gavin smiled and looked directly into Edmond's eyes: "Sir, please believe me, you will know after a try."

Emond smiled bitterly: "Okay, Ryan will go find those three people."

Soon, three people came outside the tent, two of whom were burly and muscular, like two iron towers, and their thick arms seemed to be able to easily break steel. They had cold faces and fierce and fearless eyes.

The other one was more agile, with a light and flexible posture, smooth muscle lines but not losing the sense of strength, and sharp and agile eyes, like a cheetah ready to catch prey at any time.

Listening to Ryan's explanation, the burly gladiator who was the leader of the three was full of contempt and shouted at the top of his voice: "I thought there was something wrong. You wanted me to come over to compete with a kid, but you are the employer, you have the final say." He turned to the other two and said: "How about it, are you interested in bullying the kid?"

Without waiting for the two to answer, Gavin, who was standing opposite, took the initiative to speak: "I suggest that the three of you come together. If you fight alone, you may not be able to take even two moves." His words were full of calmness, and his eyes flashed with confidence.

When the burly man in the lead heard Gavin's words, he smiled grimly: "It seems that you are very confident, kid!"

Gavin just smiled, his expression was still relaxed: "I suggest that the three of you should take action first." As soon as these words came out, the three gladiators were instantly furious. No one had ever looked down on them so much. Gavin's words obviously insulted them.

The extremely agile gladiator instantly drew the scimitar at his waist and attacked Gavin like a gust of wind. Gavin dodged the swift blow easily.

The gladiator missed the blow and turned to swing his sword again. Gavin was not in a hurry. He turned sideways and gently lifted the sword in his hand to knock the scimitar to the ground.

Seeing this, another burly gladiator swung a heavy axe at Gavin, and the axe wind whistled. Gavin jumped back and dodged cleverly, then took a step forward and stabbed out with his sword like lightning. The gladiator quickly blocked it with his axe, but his arm was numb from the shock of Gavin's sword.

The last gladiator also joined the battle. He held a spear and stabbed at Gavin. Gavin moved flexibly to avoid the sharp edge of the spear, then went around behind him at a very fast speed and kicked him in the butt, causing him to stumble forward.

Gavin saw the right moment, and the sword in his hand drew several graceful arcs in the air. As the sword shadows crossed, the three gladiators fell to the ground one after another, and their weapons were scattered all over the ground. Gavin sheathed his sword, calm and composed, as if this battle was just an easy exercise for him.

Most of the soldiers watching in the camp knew Gavin, and seeing that Gavin was so powerful, they all cheered loudly and cheered for him. Edmund and Ryan, who were watching the battle, were also stunned. They never thought that Gavin was so strong.

Coach Ryan smiled bitterly and said, "Gavin, you seemed to have let me off when you were sparring with me before."

Emond, who had improved Gavin's strength, seemed to have suddenly thought of something important. His expression tensed and he interrupted, "Gavin, how is your lance level?"

Gavin saluted and said respectfully, "Sir, my lance level is slightly inferior to my swordsmanship. Do you want me to participate in the lance competition?" Then he added, "Sir, as far as I know, I can't sign up for the lance competition."

Emond laughed, patted Gavin on the shoulder and said, "These are all trivial matters. Generally speaking, only knights and noble children can participate in the lance competition, but if you represent the nobility and are sent by the nobility, you are not subject to this restriction."

This news was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise for Gavin. His eyes instantly burst into excitement. After all, he had been coveting the 5,000 gold dragon prize for a long time, and there were many people who were knighted by participating in the lance competition. His voice was trembling with excitement, and he quickly volunteered: "Sir, please send me to participate in the lance competition as well."

Edmond laughed heartily and agreed without hesitation. Immediately afterwards, he raised his voice and ordered loudly to the people around him: "Come on, come on, let me announce that I am going to hold a banquet in the camp to celebrate the return of my nephew Gavin from the school city." As soon as he said this, everyone present showed their faces. The look of surprise, you know, this is obviously the first time that Emond has publicly acknowledged Gavin's identity as his nephew in front of everyone.

A small banquet was being held in the Cotoin family's camp tent. Edmund was hugging Gavin with a joyful smile on his face. Several nobles who had a good relationship with Edmond also came to participate, sitting in the big tent talking and laughing.

At this time, the guard at the door loudly announced: "Lord Willas Tyrell of the Tyrell family has arrived!" Willas Tyrell was slowly pushed in in a wheelchair, and Edmund hurriedly pulled him He picked up Gavin, hugged his shoulders affectionately and said, "Come on, let me introduce you to my good friend, the future Duke of Tyrell. He is the eldest son of the Duke of Metz and the heir of the Tyrell family."

Although Willas Tyrell was disabled, he still had a noble temperament, with a gentle smile on his face and nodded to everyone. Edmond greeted him warmly and hugged him tightly. His joy at meeting an old friend was beyond words. Later, Emond brought Gavin to Vilas and introduced them to each other.